Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

The last sect competition can be called the final battle.

The excitement and value of these matches in the sect competition far exceeded people's expectations, and in a sense, they were even more exciting than the one in which the old Heavenly Master participated. This was because there were many evenly matched cultivators competing against each other, which also contributed to many extremely exciting scenes.

Zhou Li fights ten alone, Tang Zhou fulfills his mission, Shangguan Hong's amazing nine swords, Liu Haizhu's immortal legend, water does not flow and beans become soldiers, Xuantie Zong's legend of being the runner-up, White Whale's legend of being the unlucky one, pointy-headed Zhou Li and Tang Wan, amazing explosion...

The excitement of these scenes can be recorded and tickets can be sold directly to the public, so these monks are also looking forward to the final battle. Therefore, in the last sect competition, almost all the monks who came to Longhu Mountain came to watch the game, even the eliminated monks came to watch the game, and the scene can be said to be packed with people.

"Charge! Charge!"

Tang Wan, pushing the wheelchair, stopped next to Zhuge Qing with a wonderful drift.

Zhuge Qing numbly watched as Liu Haizhu was excitedly explaining the various functions of the fairy wheelchair, and for a moment he didn't know what to complain about.

This wheelchair was given to Tang Wan by Liu Kuang as a reward for her spirit of fighting to the death in that amazing battle. Therefore, this wheelchair integrates the amazing wisdom of the entire Longhu Mountain, and its functions are dazzling and exciting.

Because Tang Wan was really in a state of chaos.

Wu Qian stared with his eyes wide open as he watched the two wheels start to bounce and play music.

Huang Toutian hurriedly suppressed Wu Qian's restless impulse and stopped him from borrowing a wheelchair from Tang Wan.

Everyone's eyes were on the ring.

On the ring, the night was as dark as ink, and a cold moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery and cold light, making this small space bright and lonely. All around, torches flickered and people were in the air, but no one made a sound. Only the occasional rustling of clothes and the chirping of night birds in the distant mountains and forests added a bit of solemnity.

"You came."

Zhou Li's figure was as straight as a pine tree, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He was dressed in black, the hem of his clothes swaying gently in the wind, and he held a long knife in his hand, which shone with cold light. The tip of the knife tapped the ground lightly, making a subtle but clearly audible "thump" sound, as if it was the echo of his inner fighting spirit.

Zhou Li's face was stern and his lips were tightly pursed, revealing a determination and ruthlessness that should not be underestimated.

My butt hurts.

The balls hurt too.

On the other side, Shangguan Hong, the heroic female knight, was dressed in a fiery red dress, which formed a sharp contrast with the coldness of the surroundings. Her long hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead and a pair of eyes that sparkled with determination.

"I came naturally."

Shangguan Hong held a long sword in her hand. The blade was slender and glowed with a faint blue light, as clear and sharp as autumn water. Her posture was elegant yet powerful, with the tip of the sword slightly raised, pointing to the sky, as if ready to cut through the dull night sky at any time.

She was very focused, very focused. This might be the first time in her life that she had a fair chance to defeat Zhou Li. This was her obsession for several years, and it was also a stubborn child's move to prove herself ten years later.

"have you eaten?"

Zhou Li asked.

"Vinegar spinach, white rice."

Shangguan Hong replied calmly.

The air between the two seemed to freeze, and even breathing became heavy and slow. Zhou Li slowly raised his eyes and met Shangguan Hong's gaze in the air. At that moment, there seemed to be a flash of lightning, hostility and respect. Although there were many spectators around, they seemed to be excluded by this invisible pressure. The entire ring was left with only the two of them and the battle that was about to break out.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid air shock broke the silence, Zhou Li moved, like a cheetah in the dark night, suddenly leaping forward, his long sword cutting through the air, bringing with it a sharp whistle. Shangguan Hong was not to be outdone, she tapped her toes lightly, her body spun lightly, and her long sword followed her like a shadow, turning into a stream of light, facing Zhou Li's attack.

"Can we not explain it?"

Tang Wan controlled the wheelchair and shot out a piece of white paper, sealing Huang Yiri's mouth. She turned her head and said with a look of disdain, "Isn't this embarrassing?"

After tearing off the seal on his mouth, Huang Yiri said cheerfully: "Isn't this too boring? Let me explain it to everyone."

"Who do you think will win?" Sun Defeng asked from the side.

"Zhou Li."

Baisha also came over and said without hesitation: "The female hero is very strong, but I believe Zhou Li is stronger."

"The reference value of your answer is the same as Tang Wan's wheelchair. It exists but is unnecessary."

Huang Yiri retorted without hesitation, but Bai Sha didn't care at all, because her confidence in Zhou Li made her not be influenced by others at all.

Zhou Li is the pendant.

"I have a different opinion."

Huang Yiri stretched out his hand and said confidently: "This time, the heroine will win."

"8 maybe."

Tang Wan laughed, and the wheelchair under her also made a speaker sound effect, "I know Lao Zhou's current strength better than you do. He is stronger than you think."

"You do not understand."

Huang Yiri shook his finger mysteriously, "Zhou Li is very strong, but the female swordsman has been preparing for this day for several years. The most important thing for a swordsman is the sword's will. The female swordsman nowadays is terrifyingly strong. You don't understand sword cultivation at all."

In response, Sun Defeng, Tang Wan and Baisha all expressed disdain.

There was no way. The previous record between Shangguan Hong and Zhou Li was too balanced. Shangguan Hong had never won a single match and had always lost. She had always lost to Zhou Li in all kinds of matches and was known as the eternal runner-up. Anyone who knew these two people thought Zhou Li would win.

Except Huang Yiri.

Apart from···
"Twenty, Shangguan Hong wins."

At this moment, a voice came from behind them. Huang Yi looked back suddenly and found that the Beast Taming Sect's leader Wu Qian had a solemn look and said in a deep voice: "I bet twenty, Shangguan Hong wins!"

Their eyes met.

These are close friends with similar interests!
Wu Qian nodded at Huang Yiri with a pleased smile on his face. Huang Yiri smiled back, full of appreciation.

This is real professional commentary.

Huang Toutian, who was standing by, saw this and said without hesitation:

"Fifty, Zhou Li wins."

Huang Yiri and Wu Qian, two unlucky guys, bet on the same person?

Isn't this just picking up money for free?!

“You just don’t understand!”

Wu Qian shouted, "I'm a professional commentator. I don't understand this scene? Remember, Shangguan Hong, you must win!"

"Correct!"

Huang Yitian stood up and slapped the wheelchair case, "Shangguan Hong must win, must win!"

Although she didn't know why, Shangguan Hong, who was standing on the ring and hadn't yet drawn her sword, always felt a vague sense of malice enveloping her.

Am I cursed? (End of this chapter)